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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116418" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Constellations</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O constellations of the early night,<br>That sparkled brighter as the twilight died,<br>And made the darkness glorious! I have seen<br>Your rays grow dim upon the horizon's edge,<br>And sink behind the mountains. I have seen<br>The great Orion, with his jewelled belt,<br>That large-limbed warrior of the skies, go down<br>Into the gloom. Beside him sank a crowd<br>Of shining ones. I look in vain to find<br>The group of sister-stars, which mothers love<br>To show their wondering babes, the gentle Seven.<br>Along the desert space mine eyes in vain<br>Seek the resplendent cressets which the Twins<br>Uplifted in their ever-youthful hands.<br>The streaming tresses of the Egyptian Queen<br>Spangle the heavens no more. The Virgin trails<br>No more her glittering garments through the blue.<br>Gone! all are gone! and the forsaken Night,<br>With all her winds, in all her dreary wastes,<br>Sighs that they shine upon her face no more.<br>No only here and there a little star<br>Looks forth alone. Ah me! I know them not,<br>Those dim successors of the numberless host<br>That filled the heavenly fields, and flung to earth<br>Their guivering fires. And now the middle watch<br>Betwixt the eve and morn is past, and still<br>The darkness gains upon the sky, and still<br>It closes round my way. Shall, then, the Night,<br>Grow starless in her later hours? Have these<br>No train of flaming watchers, that shall mark<br>Their coming and farewell? O Sons of Light!<br>Have ye then left me ere the dawn of day<br>To grope along my journey sad and faint?<br>Thus I complained, and from the darkness round<br>A voice replied--was it indeed a voice,<br>Or seeming accents of a waking dream<br>Heard by the inner ear? But thus it said:<br>O Traveller of the Night! thine eyes are dim<br>With watching; and the mists, that chill the vale<br>Down which thy feet are passing, hide from view<br>The ever-burning stars. It is thy sight<br>That is so dark, and not the heaens. Thine eyes,<br>Were they but clear, would see a fiery host<br>Above thee; Hercules, with flashing mace,<br>The Lyre with silver cords, the Swan uppoised<br>On gleaming wings, the Dolphin gliding on<br>With glistening scales, and that poetic steed,<br>With beamy mane, whose hoof struck out from earth<br>The fount of Hippocrene, and many more,<br>Fair clustered splendors, with whose rays the Night<br>Shall close her march in glory, ere she yield,<br>To the young Day, the great earth steeped in dew.<br>So spake the monitor, and I perceived<br>How vain were my repinings, and my thought<br>Went backward to the vanished years and all<br>The good and great who came and passed with them,<br>And knew that ever would the years to come<br>Bring with them, in their course, the good and great,<br>Lights of the world, though, to my clouded sight,<br>Their rays might seem but dim, or reach me not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cullen+Bryant">William Cullen Bryant</a><div class=q>
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